Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

Jiang Yuan looked at Yue Wu with deep affection in his eyes. He stepped forward and reached out to take her hand, but she dodged him. He lowered his head and looked at the hand he couldn't hold. Did she still not forgive him?

Then he smiled again. Her resistance meant she still had feelings for him. He had just hurt her in the past, and now he was determined to win her back.

Yuewu watched as a greasy man tried to grab her hand as soon as he came up to her. When he failed, he pretended to be distraught, but then he laughed after a while, which seemed a bit strange.

Moon Mist was also puzzled; why were all the people she encountered today so strange?

66 appeared just in time and explained,

'Misty, this is the male lead, Jiang Yuan.'

He added, "But stay away from him; I think he's not normal."

Yuewu looked over knowingly, and Jiang Yuan noticed. He tilted his head to the right and slightly raised his chin, revealing his sharply defined jawline. He smiled, and seeing his most handsome side, she was sure she would fall in love with him all over again.

Good oil!

What a crazy person!!

Tsukigami disdainfully looked away, then saw the girl behind him, secretly grieving. Her eyes were filled with sadness. 'So this is the female lead. The plot is complete, isn't it?'

66 replied with "Mmm," saying, "Yes, Wuwu can find an opportunity to leave."

Yuewu cheered inwardly, but still needed to find an excuse to scan the room. Her gaze finally landed on Jiangyuan, and a flash of inspiration struck her. She had an idea.

"How annoying, why is he here too?"

Pointing at Jiang Yuan with a complaining expression, she looked angry, her eyes wide and round, her brows slightly furrowed, and her lips unconsciously pursed in anger, making her look pitiful.

Those who had invited Jiang Yuan to watch the spectacle lowered their heads in embarrassment. Fortunately, everyone's attention was on Yue Wu, otherwise they would have wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.

Jiang Yuan hurriedly explained that he panicked when he saw the dislike in Yue Wu's eyes.

"Xiaowu, I know you're still angry. I've only just realized that I still like you. Please forgive me, okay?"

He spoke sincerely, eager to gain Yuewu's forgiveness, unaware of Mo Ziyao behind him, whose face was pale and filled with resentment.

Yuewu pointed at Mo Ziyao and asked curiously, "What about her?"

Didn't they say that the male and female leads had already developed feelings for each other? Now, how is the male lead going to confess and apologize to this vicious white moonlight?

This male lead is indeed very strange.

Jiang Yuan had clearly forgotten about Mo Ziyao. He couldn't refute it; everyone present knew about his relationship with Mo Ziyao. Even if he didn't say it, others would reveal it. At this moment, he felt deep regret for his previous act of finding a substitute. If he had known this would happen, he definitely wouldn't have been with Mo Ziyao.

"Xiaowu, listen to me. I'm only like this because I love you so much. I only see her as a substitute for you. Nothing happened between us."

Seeing Yuewu's cold tone, he panicked even more and even pushed Mo Ziyao, trying to get her to explain.

Mo Ziyao looked heartbroken and dejected. When she was pushed like that, she stumbled and almost fell. Fortunately, Yuewu intervened.

Although Tsukigami didn't want to interact with the protagonist, she wouldn't allow anyone to be bullied in front of her, and her feelings towards Ebara worsened.

"I don't want to know about what happened between you two, but bullying a girl is really despicable."

After Yuewu finished speaking, she pulled Mo Ziyao away. Mo Ziyao was still heartbroken and felt like she was about to break.

Many people tried to persuade her to stay, but Yuewu rejected them all. They attributed the reason for the beauty's departure to Jiangyuan, who was frozen in place after being provoked by Yuewu's words.

He wouldn't have driven the beauty away if he hadn't been such a spoilsport.

They pretended to comfort him, putting their arms around each other and urging Jiang Yuan to drink, "It's no big deal, a good drink can wash away all your worries, drink it all!"

Jiang Yuan was feeling down, and he didn't refuse the wine placed in front of him, drinking glass after glass in an attempt to express his sorrow.

Seeing how understanding Jiang Yuan was, they exchanged a smile and continued to urge him, "Brother, drink up. A woman is no big deal. If she doesn't like you, don't force it."

After all, Jiang Yuan and the beauty had been together. It's better to be safe than sorry. What if the beauty still has feelings for Jiang Yuan and, out of pity, gets back together with him? That would be bad.

The beauty belongs to everyone, and it would be even better if she could be with them. Everyone had their own thoughts, but they reached a consensus: they couldn't let Jiang Yuan get the beauty again.

Jiang Yuan was unwilling to give up. "No, Xiao Wu must still love me. I will definitely try to win her forgiveness." He took another big gulp, his consciousness becoming somewhat blurred. He was probably drunk. He remembered that when he was dating Shen Wu, she would always feel sorry for him and tell him to drink less.

He took out his phone, found a number he hadn't contacted in years, and pressed the button. The phone rang in the noisy room. His attention was entirely on the phone, and he felt both expectant and nervous. Finally, the call was connected after 20 seconds.

Jiang Yuan was overjoyed, feeling that she still cared about him after all, as she answered his call so quickly. This strengthened his resolve to win Shen Wu back. A sweet, coquettish voice came through the phone, "Hello, has the driver arrived yet?"

"Little Mist, it's me."

Yuewu thought for a moment before realizing it was the male lead, then glanced at the screen—an unfamiliar number.

Aren't the white moonlight and the male lead familiar with each other?

She politely asked, "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

In the original owner's memory, after receiving ten million from the male lead's mother, she decisively deleted all of the male lead's chat messages and went abroad to study. She only returned to China four years later after completing her studies. Before that, she had never seen the male lead contact her.

Jiang Yuan hinted, "Xiao Wu, I think I'm drunk," hoping she would come back to him.

Yuewu said "Oh," thought for a moment, and then replied, "Then be careful, uh, drink more hot water."

She didn't understand. The male lead had so many people around him; at the very least, he could have called the female lead. Why would he call someone he hadn't contacted in four years? Did he know she had received ten million and wanted her to pay it back?

When Jiang Yuan realized that this approach wasn't working, he said directly to Yue Wu, "Could you come and take care of me? You always patiently took care of me when I was drunk before."

Thinking back to the past, Jiang Yuan always had a smile on his face. He had figured it out; he still wanted to be with Yue Wu. As for Mo Ziyao, he could just give her some money and send her away. He wouldn't let anyone stop the two of them.

"Sorry, I don't have time. Just take care of yourself. Bye." He quickly hung up and blocked the number. It was terrifying; he immediately demanded that she serve him. This male lead was really not normal.

The car I booked online arrived just in time. After verifying the information with the driver, he took Mo Ziyao into the car. Along the way, Mo Ziyao glanced at her several times, looking pitiful as if she wanted to say something but dared not.

"You keep staring at me, is there something you want to say?" Yuewu couldn't stand the female lead's timid and submissive manner, because that's why she was bullied by the male lead.

"I...I know you. You're A-Yuan's ex-girlfriend. I won't let you take him away from me," Mo Ziyao blurted out, her face flushed red.

There's some gossip going on! The driver slowed down, perked up his ears, and wondered if it was a love triangle. He kept an eye on the two people behind him while driving.

"I don't like men who hit women."

Yuewu didn't expect to be misunderstood. According to the plot, today is the day the male lead discovers his true love and slaps his white moonlight in the face. The male and female leads should already have feelings for each other.

The driver thought to himself, "If the man is also abusive, that's really unacceptable."

Mo Ziyao retorted, "A Yuan didn't do it on purpose. He just accidentally pushed me today." She still liked Jiang Yuan and subconsciously made excuses for him.

Yuewu was speechless. "Do you believe that?" Had she encountered someone with a love-struck mind?

Mo Ziyao hesitated, the words stuck in her throat but she couldn't say them. She didn't believe it. When Jiang Yuan was first with her, he would argue with her over trivial things, wouldn't let her wear clothes other than white, taught her piano, which she didn't like, and always took her on dates to fancy restaurants that she wasn't used to.

If he doesn't get what he wants, he might even smash things. Afterwards, he'll sincerely apologize to her, and she always falls for it and forgives him.

As she thought about it, it seemed that he had some violent tendencies. Her thoughts were in turmoil. On one hand, she recalled the sweet moments she had shared with Jiang Yuan, and on the other hand, she questioned herself: should she really continue with someone who had violent tendencies?

After thinking about it, I realized that she didn't seem to like Jiang Yuan that much. Maybe it was just because she was an orphan. If I treated her even slightly well, she would be extremely grateful.

Jiang Yuan's intense pursuit made her realize that she was loved by someone. Perhaps it was the atmosphere at the time, or perhaps she was powerless against Jiang Yuan's face, that made her agree in a daze.

But looking back now, she realized she had been too hasty. She didn't know Jiang Yuan well; she only discovered his unforgettable "white moonlight" by chance in his phone's photo album.

My mind is a mess, and I don't know what to say.